Spencer Reardon “I have no idea what you’re talking about,”at least that’s what Ethan said, he knew exactly what she was talking about. He just didn’t want to admit it because that would make him look stupid, and if there was one thing Ethan didn’t want to do, it was look stupid in front of…

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Ben Robison — The first sign of blood appeared when I was seated near a window in the threshold of Hell, or as it is more commonly known, the laundromat. A single scarlet drop dripped out of my nose and plopped onto the page of my copy of Stephen King’s Carrie. How fitting.  Quicker than…

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